User blog comment:Snowstripe the Fierce/The Mercenaries' War/@comment-27015000-20151104180851/@comment-26538658-20151107155625

Boar quickly brought up his dagger, smacking the handle betwixt he ermine's eyes. He eventually struggled free.

"I think we all owe a bit of an apology to each other. We could all form a band, like he said, and we could go where I know, there'll be booty aplenty fer us, nd I think before that, we ould meet up with that fox again an' show 'im what for. 'E may be workin' fer an ol' enemy o' mine, Moran Deathspear. So, how 'bout we bury the hatchet, an' get what we all want: me, some gold, the maiden, some daisies er somethin', you, ermine, somethin', an' you, uh.. Silent Sam, whatever ye want. What do ye say?"